Lupe Fiasco, Gizzle - DopeBoysAtDopeBoysAtAllStarWeekend lyrics

Locker room they getting ready
All jury called, getting heavy
Fish nets and them high heels, we team Louis
We team Gucci
No Pelle, all Bentley's, no Chevy's
All titties no bellies, all yella's
Black tats and they ass clapping
Looking deadly and that pole clean
Stage name and a nose ring
Shoeboxes like four weeks from four blocks
Bring the whole thing
Basketball money is so long
Rap money only lasts four songs dope money
Still a king here and they cornered
Us so they go home
Killers lurk and they chillin', camera man
He feel me feeling good, I'm feeling
My mama watch my children
Security know that we dealing
Lights all in that ceiling
DJ let them hoes know
Dope money in the building
They ain't really out here getting paid
But these niggas out here rapping my life
I been in the trap all day but your
Hoes be on the back all night
Dope money in the building
Dope money in the building
Dope, dope, dope, dope
Dope money in the building
Dope money in the building
Dope money in the building
Dope, dope, dope, dope
Dope money in the building
Dope money in the building

Now rap boy come show respect to
That lifestyle that he rap 'bout
Basketball player don't know it yet but that
Car came from that trap house
That platinum card mean good credit
But street credit don't max out
A elegant little strip tease
And when you ask some tricks they lapse out
Bentley trunk in that raffle
Call the troops and let the city shine
Send a bottle to my rival and then we
Send a bottle back over to mine
She super loose, she super fine
Doing loopty-loops in those pole climbs
And rap come through get a song
Drop, and the real shit play, all the way
Them hood girls know the whole rhyme
Connect here and we chilling
DA they filming
I ain't going cause I'm brilliant
Kilo, quarter million, no free throws
No spinach such a feeling when it's dope
Money in the building

It's so sick
You can feel the presence when you here
Basketball player 'bout to fall in
Love with that little girl
But that's her job, head over here do it
Don't interfere with these lights
And music help engineer
These money motivated romances that
A pay your rent for like a whole year
What you thought it was lil' nigga
What you thought was the goal here
Devil all up in this bitch
That's why I ain't bring my soul here
My partner happy on parole here
I stand up and get a cold stare
Byproduct of them drug times
If we leave then the club dies
Girls don't want us going nowhere
Coat check cause it's cold here
Girls don't want us going nowhere
Coat check cause it's cold here
Now they gotta just kick it with the lames
And maybe pop it for some tickets to the game
Damn, drogas